(A/N) I'm on a roll. Two in a day, possibly three, oo la la. I'm the woman.
HAH. ;-) Thanks to TrulyLovly and Ginny for reviewing again =). Anywaze,
this ones a long one (for you, Ginny, exactly what you requested. Tehehe)
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That night Ginny decided to go back to the library. She hoped with everything she could hope with, that Draco would not be there, her anger still red hot from his earlier comments. She silently slipped through the Hogwarts halls, trying to pay as much attention as she could to the sounds around her. She heard Filch talking to his cat a little ways ahead of her. She ducked into a doorway while Filch and Mrs. Norris walked down the hallway perpendicular to the one she had been walking through. When she felt the coast was clear, she continued walking towards the library. She reached the closed doors, and tried the handle. She loved it when Madam Pince left the door unlocked. She ignited her wand, and walked through the tables to the book shelves. She picked a few out, mainly books dealing with potions to help her with her newly assigned essay from Snape. She walked back towards the tables, and couldn't have been more surprised. Malfoy was sitting down, smirking at her.
"What the hell are you doing? Are you insane? Are you following me?!" Ginny blew up. A tiny bit of her, deep, down inside, burned with lust.
"I'm here to study, that's what I'm doing. I am NOT insane, and I am definitely, definitely not following you," His smirk turned into a know-it- all smile. Ginny sighed loudly and walked over to the table.
"I don't see any books in front of you. Are you studying the table?" She said sarcastically, sitting down across from him.
"That's because what I'm studying is not in any book," He paused. "At least not in any book that I know of." Her eyes were glued to his in an annoyed, confused glare. She opened the front cover of her book, not paying any attention to it.
"Then what, pray tell, is it that your studying?" She finally broke her eye contact with him and flipped some more pages of the book.
"You," he said simply. Ginny was aghast.
"Excuse me?" Her eyes looked up to his ideal face, trying to find an explanation. Draco sighed.
"I figured that if I am so taken with you," he paused when he saw her face explode with even more dismay. "Against my will and better judgment, I assure you," he curtly replied. "Anyway, since this obviously is out of my hands, I've figured I ought to find out just what I am so taken with." Ginny began to understand. He wanted to see what she was all about, what was so special about her that he could not keep his eyes off her.
"I see," Ginny looked back down to her book. There was a long, uncomfortable silence as Ginny pretended to look through the book. She failed horribly when she tried to concentrate on what she was reading, so she figured pretending would be better. She knew Draco's cool grey eyes were boring down on her, but she couldn't bring herself to look into his eyes. She heard him stifle a yawn.
"So what are you reading?" He sounded bored.
"If you have better things to be doing, go, by all means." She tried to keep the sarcasm out of her voice.
"Your not being very good entertainment, I just might," Ginny's head darted up. How dare he?! "I'm just teasing you," She saw him smile, with every little bit of Malfoy charm, or lack-of. She settled down a bit.
"Encyclopedia of Potions, A to Z," he gave her a curious look. "For one of Snape's essays," she finished.
"I could help you, if you're writing it right now," He stood up and walked over to her side of the table. He loathed sitting so close to her, being in the same room, but yet, he relished the moments he had spent with her thus far. He wanted to get down to the bottom of this, to try and figure out what was so special about this girl. As he sat down, he breathed Ginny's smell. It was a mixture of rose and patchouli oils. He noticed how close he was to her when he sat down. He noticed how if he just moved his leg, their thighs would be touching. STOP, he told himself. He was instantly disgusted with himself, yet again.
"I didn't bring any parchment, and besides, he hasn't assigned it to our class yet, I've only heard it from other classes," He noticed a touch of disdain in her words.
"Fine," He replied, with the same coolness he had used so many times before. As he watched her continue to read, he couldn't help but notice how stunning her beauty was. He had thought she was pretty for quite sometime now, but he had never felt anything like this before. He watched her temples pulse as she clenched and unclenched her jaw. He looked at her eyes, set straight forward to the paper, taking one line at a time. He gazed at her hands, so delicately placed upon the paper. He wanted to look further, to look at her legs, her chest, her back, but willed himself to stop.
Remember, this is just to find out what is attracting you to this girl. You're not supposed to act on it, he scolded himself.
Ginny had felt his eyes on her once again. She wondered what he was thinking, what he was seeing. She knew she must look insanely stupid, but she couldn't stop clenching her jaw, she was nervous. She finally had enough. She slammed the book closed and looked at him.
"I want to know too," She said, matter-of-factly. He was caught up in the ecstasy of her beauty that he didn't understand what she meant. "Hmm?" He questioned, unable to make a proper sentence. What had come over him?
"I want to know why, even though I hate you," She emphasized. "I can't help but feel something else for you. Something.nicer," She finished lamely, unable to think of a better word. The same familiar smirk played upon his lips.
"What would Potter say?" His eyes danced wickedly. She sighed heavily again.
"Like I care what Harry would have to say about my feelings," She was so used to her brothers tormenting her about Harry, she felt like she was talking to one of them. Forgetting it wasn't, she playfully nudged him away. Realizing what she had done, she turned towards him, horror struck, hoping he wouldn't take it the wrong way.
He felt her push him gently, and a new feeling washed over him. He felt happy, truly happy, just by joking with a Weasley. When he saw her face turn to him, frightened, his hand moved up to her face, cupping her cheek softly in his hands.
Ginny, totally surprised by Draco's action, continued to stare at him. She saw the roughness and the need to impress and dominate leave his eyes, and a softer, gentler look took over.
"Draco, I." Draco's head inclined slightly towards hers. Her heart began to pound harder; she bit her lips in nervousness. Draco fought the need to kiss her. Oh how he wanted to, but he wanted to stick to his plan. He couldn't loose his self control, especially now, with her. He saw her bite her lip softly, and all his so called "self control" slipped away.
Ginny saw him move his mouth down towards hers. She let go of her lip, and prepared herself for their embrace. As she closed her eyes to his lips, a warm tingle rushed over her body. As his lips lingered on hers momentarily, she fought hard against the urge to wrap her arms around his body. He pulled away slightly, their lips barely touching. His other hand moved towards her lower back, pulling her closer to him.
She lost it. Her arms slid tightly around Draco's sides, her hands clung tightly to his back. He pushed his lips back onto hers. Their lips moved together, their hands held on to the others body tightly. Ginny couldn't hide away her feelings any longer. She wanted him more then anything else.
Draco had never felt more beside himself then now. His body was tingling with anticipation and joy. His feelings for her grew stronger by the second. Feeling her lips against his was better then most things he ever experienced in his life. He touched her bottom lip with his tongue, begging to be let in. He was answered by her tongue, flicking lightly against his.
Ginny heard him utter a soft gasp, which made her cling to him more. One hand left his back, resting again on his neck. Her fingers slowly moved up into his hair. Draco suddenly felt brave and in power again. His hand left her cheek, and moved down to her thigh. He heard her gasp quietly, and smirked through their kisses. His fingernails ran up and down the length of her thigh to her skirt. He hadn't dared go underneath the fabric; it would only tease his senses more.
After what seemed like ages, Draco pulled away from the kiss, at a small protest from Ginny. He was still in control. He rested his forehead on hers and tried to regain his breath.
"Where is this going to lead?" She asked quietly, her arms still snaked around his body.
"It can't lead anywhere," He stated, much to his grief. He had just indulged in his fantasy that he had created half a year ago, and he felt powerless. In his opinion, it was the worst feeling in the world. He felt her hands slide away from him, and he tightened his grip on her. His hand left her thigh, and brought her in an even closer embrace. "It doesn't mean we can't stop seeing each other like this," He paused. "We just can't bring it out into the open." He felt her pull away from him again and she didn't stop until his arms were at his side. Even in the moonlight he could tell her lips were pink and swollen from his kisses. He tried to hide his smirk.
"Yes, I suppose you would enjoy being able to have some action on the side," She accused. His temper rose.
"Don't you ruin this. I've been waiting since school started to do that, and I don't want anything to ruin it!" He retorted. He saw the look of shock fall upon her face.
"Me? Ruin this? I swear Malfoy, I feel dreadful for the next person who has to put up with you." She left the books scattered across the table, and promptly exited the room, leaving a baffled Malfoy quite lonely.
That night Ginny decided to go back to the library. She hoped with everything she could hope with, that Draco would not be there, her anger still red hot from his earlier comments. She silently slipped through the Hogwarts halls, trying to pay as much attention as she could to the sounds around her. She heard Filch talking to his cat a little ways ahead of her. She ducked into a doorway while Filch and Mrs. Norris walked down the hallway perpendicular to the one she had been walking through. When she felt the coast was clear, she continued walking towards the library. She reached the closed doors, and tried the handle. She loved it when Madam Pince left the door unlocked. She ignited her wand, and walked through the tables to the book shelves. She picked a few out, mainly books dealing with potions to help her with her newly assigned essay from Snape. She walked back towards the tables, and couldn't have been more surprised. Malfoy was sitting down, smirking at her.
"What the hell are you doing? Are you insane? Are you following me?!" Ginny blew up. A tiny bit of her, deep, down inside, burned with lust.
"I'm here to study, that's what I'm doing. I am NOT insane, and I am definitely, definitely not following you," His smirk turned into a know-it- all smile. Ginny sighed loudly and walked over to the table.
"I don't see any books in front of you. Are you studying the table?" She said sarcastically, sitting down across from him.
"That's because what I'm studying is not in any book," He paused. "At least not in any book that I know of." Her eyes were glued to his in an annoyed, confused glare. She opened the front cover of her book, not paying any attention to it.
"Then what, pray tell, is it that your studying?" She finally broke her eye contact with him and flipped some more pages of the book.
"You," he said simply. Ginny was aghast.
"Excuse me?" Her eyes looked up to his ideal face, trying to find an explanation. Draco sighed.
"I figured that if I am so taken with you," he paused when he saw her face explode with even more dismay. "Against my will and better judgment, I assure you," he curtly replied. "Anyway, since this obviously is out of my hands, I've figured I ought to find out just what I am so taken with." Ginny began to understand. He wanted to see what she was all about, what was so special about her that he could not keep his eyes off her.
"I see," Ginny looked back down to her book. There was a long, uncomfortable silence as Ginny pretended to look through the book. She failed horribly when she tried to concentrate on what she was reading, so she figured pretending would be better. She knew Draco's cool grey eyes were boring down on her, but she couldn't bring herself to look into his eyes. She heard him stifle a yawn.
"So what are you reading?" He sounded bored.
"If you have better things to be doing, go, by all means." She tried to keep the sarcasm out of her voice.
"Your not being very good entertainment, I just might," Ginny's head darted up. How dare he?! "I'm just teasing you," She saw him smile, with every little bit of Malfoy charm, or lack-of. She settled down a bit.
"Encyclopedia of Potions, A to Z," he gave her a curious look. "For one of Snape's essays," she finished.
"I could help you, if you're writing it right now," He stood up and walked over to her side of the table. He loathed sitting so close to her, being in the same room, but yet, he relished the moments he had spent with her thus far. He wanted to get down to the bottom of this, to try and figure out what was so special about this girl. As he sat down, he breathed Ginny's smell. It was a mixture of rose and patchouli oils. He noticed how close he was to her when he sat down. He noticed how if he just moved his leg, their thighs would be touching. STOP, he told himself. He was instantly disgusted with himself, yet again.
"I didn't bring any parchment, and besides, he hasn't assigned it to our class yet, I've only heard it from other classes," He noticed a touch of disdain in her words.
"Fine," He replied, with the same coolness he had used so many times before. As he watched her continue to read, he couldn't help but notice how stunning her beauty was. He had thought she was pretty for quite sometime now, but he had never felt anything like this before. He watched her temples pulse as she clenched and unclenched her jaw. He looked at her eyes, set straight forward to the paper, taking one line at a time. He gazed at her hands, so delicately placed upon the paper. He wanted to look further, to look at her legs, her chest, her back, but willed himself to stop.
Remember, this is just to find out what is attracting you to this girl. You're not supposed to act on it, he scolded himself.
Ginny had felt his eyes on her once again. She wondered what he was thinking, what he was seeing. She knew she must look insanely stupid, but she couldn't stop clenching her jaw, she was nervous. She finally had enough. She slammed the book closed and looked at him.
"I want to know too," She said, matter-of-factly. He was caught up in the ecstasy of her beauty that he didn't understand what she meant. "Hmm?" He questioned, unable to make a proper sentence. What had come over him?
"I want to know why, even though I hate you," She emphasized. "I can't help but feel something else for you. Something.nicer," She finished lamely, unable to think of a better word. The same familiar smirk played upon his lips.
"What would Potter say?" His eyes danced wickedly. She sighed heavily again.
"Like I care what Harry would have to say about my feelings," She was so used to her brothers tormenting her about Harry, she felt like she was talking to one of them. Forgetting it wasn't, she playfully nudged him away. Realizing what she had done, she turned towards him, horror struck, hoping he wouldn't take it the wrong way.
He felt her push him gently, and a new feeling washed over him. He felt happy, truly happy, just by joking with a Weasley. When he saw her face turn to him, frightened, his hand moved up to her face, cupping her cheek softly in his hands.
Ginny, totally surprised by Draco's action, continued to stare at him. She saw the roughness and the need to impress and dominate leave his eyes, and a softer, gentler look took over.
"Draco, I." Draco's head inclined slightly towards hers. Her heart began to pound harder; she bit her lips in nervousness. Draco fought the need to kiss her. Oh how he wanted to, but he wanted to stick to his plan. He couldn't loose his self control, especially now, with her. He saw her bite her lip softly, and all his so called "self control" slipped away.
Ginny saw him move his mouth down towards hers. She let go of her lip, and prepared herself for their embrace. As she closed her eyes to his lips, a warm tingle rushed over her body. As his lips lingered on hers momentarily, she fought hard against the urge to wrap her arms around his body. He pulled away slightly, their lips barely touching. His other hand moved towards her lower back, pulling her closer to him.
She lost it. Her arms slid tightly around Draco's sides, her hands clung tightly to his back. He pushed his lips back onto hers. Their lips moved together, their hands held on to the others body tightly. Ginny couldn't hide away her feelings any longer. She wanted him more then anything else.
Draco had never felt more beside himself then now. His body was tingling with anticipation and joy. His feelings for her grew stronger by the second. Feeling her lips against his was better then most things he ever experienced in his life. He touched her bottom lip with his tongue, begging to be let in. He was answered by her tongue, flicking lightly against his.
Ginny heard him utter a soft gasp, which made her cling to him more. One hand left his back, resting again on his neck. Her fingers slowly moved up into his hair. Draco suddenly felt brave and in power again. His hand left her cheek, and moved down to her thigh. He heard her gasp quietly, and smirked through their kisses. His fingernails ran up and down the length of her thigh to her skirt. He hadn't dared go underneath the fabric; it would only tease his senses more.
After what seemed like ages, Draco pulled away from the kiss, at a small protest from Ginny. He was still in control. He rested his forehead on hers and tried to regain his breath.
"Where is this going to lead?" She asked quietly, her arms still snaked around his body.
"It can't lead anywhere," He stated, much to his grief. He had just indulged in his fantasy that he had created half a year ago, and he felt powerless. In his opinion, it was the worst feeling in the world. He felt her hands slide away from him, and he tightened his grip on her. His hand left her thigh, and brought her in an even closer embrace. "It doesn't mean we can't stop seeing each other like this," He paused. "We just can't bring it out into the open." He felt her pull away from him again and she didn't stop until his arms were at his side. Even in the moonlight he could tell her lips were pink and swollen from his kisses. He tried to hide his smirk.
"Yes, I suppose you would enjoy being able to have some action on the side," She accused. His temper rose.
"Don't you ruin this. I've been waiting since school started to do that, and I don't want anything to ruin it!" He retorted. He saw the look of shock fall upon her face.
"Me? Ruin this? I swear Malfoy, I feel dreadful for the next person who has to put up with you." She left the books scattered across the table, and promptly exited the room, leaving a baffled Malfoy quite lonely.